I am so stressed out. I feel the crunch. It's time to get cracking...y'all get my point.

First of all, my teeth hurt so much, it's not even funny. Today, I went to by fries from Wendy's thinking that it would be soft enough. No, it still hurt to eat freaking fries. In the end, I gave them to Candice and Vick...it's going to be congee and liquids from now until...well, until whenever the freaking pain goes away. I hope that's soon!

Secondly, this essay on realism. I can't even express how much trouble I'm having with it. The sad thing is that nobody else knows what the hell I'm talking about, except for people in my class and my TA. Actually, the people in my class are just as confused as I am, I think. I've emailed my TA about once a day. I still don't have thesis, it's due on Tuesday, plus I've got a bio test to study for. It makes me feel like crying :(

I have my 2nd Best Buy Woodbridge interview tomorrow. I don't think I care anymore. I'll just stick w/ White Rose. Even though the pay's shit, and we don't get enough hours, I like the people. It's like a big family...minus a few people who are just...*raising eyebrows, nodding*...

My mom keeps trying to give me advice on my essay..."Did you try looking on the internet? Did you ask your teacher?" Yes mom! I did all of those things. Nothing, nada, zip, zero results.

ARGH!!!!!!!
*TEARING OUT HAIR IN IMMENSE FRUSTRATION*
*PACKING UP BAGS TO MOVE OUT ONTO THE STREET BECAUSE I'LL NEVER GET A GOOD MARK IN THIS FUCKING CLASS!!!*

:: Emily 8:43 PM [+] ::